If we are connected,
Then why am I so alone?
I have a pulse don't I?
Then why do I feel so dead.
In this world of me and reality there is no room for we.
Dark, as the circles underneath my eyes, my thoughts,
they taint my very existence.
Lawyer, Doctor, Surgeon? Sorry mom,
With this poem I let you down once again.
I did not care for you enough to end that which is me,
And I don't care enough for you now to keep living for you.
But for now there is only me; alone, dead, but free.